My history boy ❤️ (y/n POV)

Chapter one

You walk in room 243, sweaty pits because you cane back from gym, undid laces from running to get to class, and an uncharged ipad, from too much homework. I knock on the door, and he opens the door.

My heart starts beating.
My hands got palmy.
My hair fell out of its updo and I tucked it back.

"Sorry I'm late... sir." I speak up. I drop my iPad and I swear.

"Fuck!"

He looks at me, with those blue, mystic, ocean eyes, and says,

"Watch your mouth, y/n."

I gulp.

"That's a detention y/n. Today after school with me." He says, with a stern voice. His bald head shines with the light coming through the big window facing the school parking lot, the curtains cutting off the sun.

I nod my head, and trip on the trash cans and sit in my seat. I catch him staring at me and I tuck my blonde hair behind my ear.

"Get our your notebook, y/n" he says in front of everyone. The class laughs, but he doesn't.

"Go outside y/n." He says. The class "oohs" and I trip over the trash cans once again.

"Ooh, y/n is gonna get beat outside!" A student says. I take a shit on his iPad and go outside.

Two minutes after I see his bald head through the small rectangular window and I make sure my boobs look good in my cardigan from Walmart.

He steps out, and pushes me against the locker. I yelp and look him in the eyes. His butt chin moves when he talks.

"Do you want to get punished?" He says.

I stare into his eyes, and don't know what to say.

Did I just fall in love with my teacher?